Chapter 60 Mixarnt's Unspoken Despair

• Night had fallen, the sky a blanket of dark gray as heavy raindrops began to fall. Mixarnt, drenched and anxious, finally gave up waiting by the wagon and made his way toward the castle. His boots splashed through shallow puddles, heart pounding with growing concern.
• He pushed open the grand doors—only to find Altina standing there, waiting for him at the threshold.
• “Mixarnt,” she said firmly, her expression unreadable.